With the base now complete and the motherships humming quietly like sleeping titans, Raphael stood at the edge of the command deck, the wind brushing against his coat.
He glanced up once at the glowing towers that now reached into the sky, then turned back to the crystal tablet in his hand. With a flick of his finger, glowing lines of golden text lit up and disappeared into the air—sent across galaxies in an instant.
The message was simple.
"To all vassals under the banner of the Celestial Monarch Faction—send your best. Warriors, scholars, engineers, strategists. The new HQ is ready. The planet now known as Virelia awaits you."
The moment it was sent, space rippled.
Across distant systems, the message arrived in bursts of golden light, unfolding into Raphael's voice and seal.
On a planet with floating forests and crystal skies, an elven general read the letter and nodded without a word before stepping into a glowing portal.
